Turnbull with the kids, Mt. Spokane with the guys.
On the way up we mostly stuck to the road, but were forced onto the trail as they are resurfacing near the top. This trip was all about the downhill. Harwood has been sharing his "The Collective" movies, putting stupid ideas in the heads of three thirty-somethings that should be riding slow and safely for the sake of their children. Karma smiled, no injuries. No really cool jumps either.
Turnbull Wildlife Refuge Sunday evening. The girls rode well. They weren't shy expressing their preference for pavement however. Didn't see much of the "wildlife" unfortunately. Beautiful evening, near-full moon on the rise.
Sal is getting sick of being in the trailer. My next project will definitely have to be getting rid of his training wheels. We tried a cheap trail-a-bike which he didn't take to--it kept flopping side to side and he never really felt safe. I didn't either. We'll have to use his younger cousin for inspiration.